"Chloe, I'm so glad you came. I was starting to feel anxious."
"Just starting? I've been feeling anxious all week. I must say, you seem to have put in a lot of effort. This is looking very professional."
"Thank you. Once I got the idea in my head, the rest just fell into place. I'm actually feeling a bit proud of myself that I came up with a concept to work with, so I really hope that it's not too daring."
"So, what's the concept?"
"The idea is that you're trying to sleep, but it's a really restless sleep because it's so hot. You're tossing and turning and maybe perspiring a bit, and you're throwing off the sheet. And we can tell that your dreams are kinda sexy because you're, you know, ... yourself a bit. I think we can do it tastefully."
Chloe was pleasantly surprised. She had been dreading the part where she would have to negotiate with Andrew about what she would be willing to do. It had seemed likely that she would be asked to play out one of this man's sexual fantasies, so she was relieved that it was so tame. She would be in pyjamas the whole time, although she assumed it wouldn't be actual pyjamas. "So what would I be wearing?"
"The outfit is in the bathroom," said Andrew. "That can be your safe place to get ready. There's another bathroom that Rupert and I will use if we have to. Get changed and come out when you're feeling ready. I only need another minute myself to get these lights going."
Chloe went into the bathroom and locked the door. Sitting by the sink was a gift box from a lingerie shop, complete with a ribbon tied in a bow. Inside was a white babydoll with matching panties. She held the babydoll up and examined it. The straps and bra area were made of a heavy lace. Below the bust line hung white gauze material which was barely long enough to reach past her bottom. The panties were plain and high-cut. They would show a lot of her ass, but they were far from being a thong. She had tried to mentally prepare herself in advance for a G-string, so the fact Andrew had been cautious helped her to relax.
Since Andrew had told her to get changed, there was no reason to delay. He had helpfully hung some hangers from the curtain rail for her clothes. She took off her dress and bra and pulled on the babydoll. Looking in the mirror, she could just make out her nipples through the fabric if she looked carefully. Again she was thankful as she knew there were plenty more daring options that Andrew could have chosen. The material over her lower torso was certainly transparent enough that her blue panties were easy to see. She knew the effect would be less obvious with the white panties.
As Chloe pulled down her own panties, she noticed how the gusset was clinging to her. A quick feel with her fingers revealed her worst fear -- the situation had left her distinctly moist down there. She grabbed some toilet paper and gave herself a thorough wipe before pulling on the white panties. She was thankful she was a natural blonde and that she had thought to groom herself that morning. She was annoyed that Andrew hadn't warned her to do this, but then she conceded that he was probably far too naive to think of it. Looking in the mirror, she could see the panties through the babydoll, but she couldn't really make out her pubic tufts through both layers of fabric. If she had been wearing this at home, she would have been technically decent enough to answer the door, but she would have avoided it.
There was a robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door, which Chloe did think was a thoughtful touch, but hardly necessary for the short walk across the hallway. She did take it with her, hanging over her arm, just in case she needed it later. When she arrived in the bedroom, Andrew was waiting for her with a nervous smile on his face. "What do you think of the outfit?" he asked. She gave a quick twirl, effectively putting the question back on him. "You look great," he said.
Andrew talked through the concept of the photo shoot yet again, this time with a few more details. He had a spray bottle of water and he explained that he would use it to create the illusion that she was perspiring. He also offered her a sleep mask, which she accepted. She agreed with Andrew that it would save her from having to worry how her face looked while pretending to be asleep.
After checking yet again that she consented to going ahead, Andrew got Chloe to climb into the bed and cover herself with the top sheet. He warned her he was going to spritz her, and she felt the moisture fall on her. He got her to lie in various positions, as though tossing and turning, and she could hear him moving around the bed taking shots from different angles. Then she heard him say "Is it okay if I pulled the sheet down a bit now?"
"That's fine," she said.
She felt the sheet move down to the level of her waist, but all crooked. Although her bottom was covered, he had exposed one or her feet. From the angle she was lying, she suspected it would look like she had started kicking off the sheet. Again, he asked permission to spray some water. A fine mist again settled on her skin. The sheet felt slightly clammy, and the babydoll seemed to cling to her slightly.
Andrew took a few more shots, then came his next request. "Would you mind grabbing your left boob with your right hand?" Chloe wasn't surprised by this -- it was part of what they had agreed -- but she hadn't expected to find her nipple so erect. She realised that it had probably been obvious to Andrew already.
"If you don't mind, I would like to pull the sheet down past your knees now. We've reached the stage where I want to get some shots of your...um...underpants area."
"Okay."
Again, his question was expected. She found it reassuring that he was being so careful, but it was also a reminder that this was something she was agreeing to do. She couldn't put the blame on anyone else for the intimate photos he was going to take. The sheet was moved down -- it was now only covering one foot -- and she agreed to more spritzing.
Chloe heard Andrew take a few more photos. She was lying on her side, and he seemed to be moving around to shoot both her front and back. She suspected that the babydoll wasn't doing much to hide her panties from the back. Andrew then asked her to roll onto her back. She could feel the damp hem of the babydoll on the top of her thighs.
"Um, Chloe, I just want to move the hem up a bit to make it a bit more, er, well...sexier."
"Alright," she said. His use of the word reminded Chloe that, since the idea for the shoot was his, it must be something he found arousing. Was he turned on? She regretted that she had accepted the sleep mask as she couldn't peek to see if he was sporting an erection. She felt the hem of the babydoll being moved up her body and arranged untidily on her lower stomach. She heard the camera click from the bottom of the bed, no doubt directed straight at the front of the thin panties.
"Could you slip a couple of fingers inside the waistband please?"
"I don't know. I didn't really agree to touch myself there."
"You don't have to do that," he said. "I just want the suggestion that you're about to." She did what he asked.
Andrew then asked her to roll onto her stomach. The hem at the back was at least somewhere in the vicinity of her buttocks, but she knew that a lot was on display, particularly when Andrew asked her to spread her knees slightly further apart. He took a couple of photos.
There was a bit of a pause. "Can I get you to put a hand down there and kind of cup yourself a bit. It would make a good final position."
"But do you really need my hand there?"
"Actually, I think I do. I took a look at those last few shots and I think everything is a bit more see-through than you might be comfortable with."
Chloe pushed an arm down between her body and the bed and placed her fingers over her panties. They were soaking wet; far more than she could blame on Andrew's water spray. No wonder he was talking about them being see-through. As she heard him take another photo, she hoped that he didn't notice that she couldn't resist pressing her groin into her hand.
"Chloe, you don't have to, but I've got an idea for my final shot."
"What is it?"
"Well, it's just like that, only your hand is inside the fabric."
Chloe never really thought about his request in a clear-headed way. She needed her hand there. Her body was crying out for it. As she continued to lie on her stomach, she slipped her hand inside her panties. Her middle finger automatically curled so that it slipped inside her ready vagina while the base of the finger pressed against her clitoris. She heard the camera click as she failed to suppress a moan.
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Andrew pulled the sheet up over her body. "Thanks Chloe, that was great. I'm sure I got some great shots. I'll leave you in peace to get dressed. Use the shower if you like. Please take as long as you want."
Chloe heard the door close. She appreciated how sensitive Andrew had been to not just stand around while she got up. Then she had a sudden thought. Why had he insisted that she take her time? Maybe he assumed that she wanted time to masturbate. The idea that he might be thinking that mortified her. That would be so embarrassing. She quickly jumped out of bed, put on the robe, and hurried into the bathroom to get dressed. There was no way she would be having a shower either. She hurriedly dried herself with the towel Andrew had left her and got dressed.
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